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beansideTitle: These Limitations
Rating: NC-17
Paring: CMM/JDM
Disclaimer: Never happened. Never will.
A/N: Previous parts can be found here.
Jeff’s hotel was nicer than he’d expected somehow, Chad thought. It wasn’t anything fancy, just a decent room with a kitchenette and a nice dining room table/work table type thing. Bisou and Joe tussled for a few minutes, playing tug with one of her toys, then flopped in a pile, like they hadn’t spent most of the day sleeping in the trailers and lounging around.
“Rough life,” Jeff observed.
“Yeah. Lucky bastards.”
Jeff grabbed some silverware out of the drawer and glanced at the clock. “Mind if I put the TV on? Boys are on in ten.”
“Sure. Yeah. That would be cool. How much longer til you have to report back to Vancouver?”
Jeff grinned. “Three weeks. I should be getting a script in the next two weeks…if I’m lucky.”
“They really do guard the scripts like they’re fucking national secrets, don’t they?”
“Dude, have you seen some of their fangirls? The sides are out there like five minutes after they put ‘em up, with all due shrieking. We all were damn near deafened by the bitching over Jo and Ellen.”
“Cause, god forbid Jen actually get some play?”
“Pretty much.” Jeff shrugged. “Hell, lot of them don’t like me much either. I’m abusive, don’t you know.”
“Um, no. Besides John kinda died for his kid. Doesn’t that give him a pass on prior dickishness?”
“Apparently not.”
“Dude. That sucks.” After a long moment, Chad shifted. “I’ve been watching the BSG boards. You’d think I killed and ate someone’s cat. On screen. I haven’t even been on yet!”
Jeff shrugged. “I know. It sucks ass. You’ll do great, though. From what I’ve heard, everyone’s been really happy with your performance. Ron’s been practically sucking your cock in all the interviews I’ve seen.”
Chad felt the heat rising to his face. “He’s just afraid if he’s not nice, I’ll turn diva bitch on him. Or let Ozzie loose on the sets.”
“Seriously, did you really have to pay ten grand because of damage he did in Australia?”
Chad nodded. “Yeah. I mean, ten grand Aussie cash, which is like five grand US.”
“Still. What the hell did the dog do?”
“Let’s see, he shit on the carpet…like everywhere. He ate the couch and chair. He chewed the doorways and the wall, and the tables, and…well, everything. He was just a puppy though! What was I going to do, hit him?”
“I used Tobasco on the chair legs when Bisou was a puppy,” Jeff murmured. “Worked for a few weeks. Then, she decided she liked spicy, and started licking it off.”
Chad snorted. “Smart baby.”
“Yup.” The episode came on, and they settled back, watching Jensen and Jared’s antics onscreen.
“Dude, did Jared just check out his brother’s ass? That is so fucked up!” Chad crowed.
Jeff laughed, settling back into the seat and taking a healthy swallow of wine. “I do believe he did,” he agreed.
“I’ll have to ride his ass for that one,” Chad grinned. “I didn’t know it was that kind of show. ‘And tonight, a very special Supernatural,’” he intoned. “It’s bad enough that being around them’ll put you into sugar shock, but c’mon. Keep it in your pants.”
“They’re good together,” Jeff agreed. “I was a little worried about Jen at first. He acts like he’s all mature and professional, but he really doesn’t do relationships much. I was afraid Jared wouldn’t get that for him it was a big deal.”
Chad snorted. “Jared’s always serious about relationships. I swear to god, he won’t touch someone without damn near exchanging vows.”
Jeff shrugged. “He’s good for Jen. Gets him to loosen up.”
“He needed it,” Chad snorted. “That might be the best thing about getting to move to Vancouver, y’know. Getting away from my fuckups. I’ve had it with relationships, seriously.”
“You’re a little young to be that cynical,” Jeff pointed out.
Chad just shrugged, watching the screen. “It’s a talent. Along with being an asshole.”
Jeff shook his head. “I don’t think you’re an asshole.”
“Well, that makes you special then. Even Jay thinks I’m an ass. He’s just too nice to say it until he’s drunk.” He could feel Jeff studying him as he went back to watching the episode.
The episode ended, and Chad glanced down at his plate, noting that he’d actually eaten most of his food. Jeff was clearing his plate, and gestured towards Chad’s. “You done?”
“Yeah. Thanks. You need help?”
“Dishwasher. Just tossing them in.”
“Oh. Cool. Okay then.” Chad sat for a moment, watching the television absently. “Okay, I should probably head out. Still have some boxes to finish taping up.”
“Ah. Okay.” Jeff was drying his hands on a towel as he came around to the door. “It was good to see you again,” he grinned. “We’ll have to grab dinner while I’m in Vancouver next month.”
“Sounds good. You like sushi?”
“Yeah.”
“Awesome. Jensen hates it, so we hardly ever get to go for it.” Chad grinned. “We’ll go have sushi and let them go eat crap.”
Jeff gave him a lazy grin, and Chad felt that weird flutter in the pit of his stomach again. Fucking Morgan. To goddamned hot for his own good. “Anyhow, thanks again for doing this so I can leave. I really appreciate it-“
He was against the wall before he ever saw Jeff move. Chad’s eyes widened as Jeff pressed against him, a lean thigh pressing between his legs. “You need to shut up, boy,” Jeff growled.
“Jeff, I-“ Jeff’s lips moved towards Chad’s, giving him plenty of time to pull back, to say no.
As if that was even an option.
“Neither of us are really sober here,” Chad tried.
“Yeah. Not really drunk, either,” Jeff growled. His hands slid along Chad’s ribs, callused even through the thin material of his shirt, then sliding under scraping skin as he curled his hands around Chad’s hips. So fucking warm, like being cuddled by a blast furnace, Chad thought.
“Yeah,” Chad agreed. His fingers found Jeff’s hair without intending to, sliding into the thick mess, pulling him down until their lips could meet.
Jeff kissed like he did everything else. Straightforward, no games. His tongue slid over Chad’s lip, then darted in, scraping against sensitive skin lightly.
A low purr slid from Jeff’s lips, and Chad shivered as though it was a touch.
“Oh yeah,” Jeff growled. “Damn, boy. Things I want to do to you.”
And if that didn’t call up about a million mental images, Chad wasn’t sure what would. His hips jerked against Jeff’s grip, but the other man just tightened, fingers biting into skin.
The little twinge of pain wound into pleasure as Jeff rocked against him, cock a hard line against the zipper of his jeans. He wanted this, Chad realized, somehow absurdly pleased. He moved suddenly, fingers tightening in Jeff’s hair, pulling him back, urging him towards the bed.
“Want to touch you,” he mumbled, jerking Jeff’s shirt up, running his hands over warm skin, finding a nipple and feeling it harden under his touch. “Jesus, Jeff,” he murmured, yanking Jeff’s head down to bury his face in Jeff’s neck.
Warmth, and a smoky scent rose up and Chad licked a stripe up Jeff’s throat, following it with a graze of teeth. Jeff moaned low in his throat, arching against him again, and Chad bit harder, sucking none too gently.
Jeff let go of his hips abruptly, hands tugging at Chad’s jeans, pulling them open with one rough yank. “Wanna feel you,” Jeff growled.
His shirt slid off somewhere along the way, and before he could focus, Chad was naked. He felt the heat come to his face as Jeff stepped back, eyes sliding down his body. Looking through those obscene eyelashes, Jeff’s hand went to his own belt, tugging it free.
The thrill that shot through him had nothing to do with the belt, and everything to do with the tanned skin about to be uncovered. Chad stepped forwards, hands going to the hem of Jeff’s shirt.
Strong fingers curled around Chad’s wrists, stopping him. “What?”
Jeff shrugged, cheeks flushing pink.
“Oh, Jesus, Morgan. Can you have your blushing virgin thing later?”
After a long second, Jeff stepped back, letting go of his wrists and reached down. He jerked the t-shirt over his head and tugged his jeans down with an almost defiant air.
Chad swallowed hard. He’d always kind of thought of himself as basically straight, with bi leanings. He didn’t want to be fucked, didn’t like sucking cock, even if he’d do it now and then. But there was something about Jeff that put every single one of the androgynous boys he’d fucked to shame.
Something that made him want to drop to his knees and taste the glistening drop at the head of his hard cock. Made him want to offer him…everything.
There was no mistaking that Jeff was a guy. Even if you fucked him from behind, you’d be fucking someone who was unquestionably male. Somehow, that was just indescribably hot.
Jeff was still holding his shirt, like he was debating on yanking it back on. He looked nervous. What the hell?
After another moment, Chad stepped forward, until he could feel the warmth coming off Jeff’s skin. For some reason, Jeff still looked poised to bolt, like he was just waiting to be told no.
Yeah, Chad thought, shivering as his cock brushed against Jeff’s thigh. As if.
He brought his hands up, curving around Jeff’s waist lightly. Jeff took a sharp breath, like he was going to say something, and Chad leaned up, kissing him, stealing the words with a rasp of his tongue.
He stroked over warm skin, enjoying the play of muscles against his palm. Jeff wasn’t typical CW network material, Chad thought idly. Not buff enough, too masculine, too real. Maybe that was why he’d been in ten layers for most of his appearances.
It was a damned shame, though. Chad bent, licking a trail along Jeff’s shoulder, tasting heated skin and smoke and something darker, addictive. Jeff.
“Fuck,” Jeff murmured, fingers curling into Chad’s hair, not pulling, just touching. Callused fingertips scraped over his scalp, and Chad made a little noise against Jeff’s collarbone, something approaching a whimper.
“Jesus, want to touch you,” Chad hissed, hand sliding lower to curl around Jeff’s cock, feeling the weight, the heat under the velvety soft skin. “God, so hard.”
Jeff’s head fell back, throat bared, and Chad bit at it, leaving red scrapes. Chad stilled as Jeff’s hand slid down, those rough fingers scraping along his cock, circling the head to spread the moisture like he was icing a cupcake. “You want this,” he murmured, sounding so surprised that Chad lifted his head to meet Jeff’s eyes.
“Yeah,” he agreed, voice breathy. “Want you.”
For a long moment, Jeff went still, expression shuttered. Then his hands cupped Chad’s ass, pulling him close. “Want you,” Jeff growled. “Want to taste you, suck you dry, want to-“
Chad kissed him hard, tongue stealing the words from his mouth, stopping Jeff before he could go any farther. He pushed back, and Jeff sprawled onto the bed, laughing that soft rumble that made Chad’s stomach go liquid.
Chad followed him down, pressing his weight into Jeff, finding his lips again. He traced the smile with the tip of his tongue, and Jeff squirmed.
“Fuck me.”
Swallowing hard, Chad met Jeff’s eyes, wondering if he could have heard that right. “Hmm?”
Hands grabbed his ass, pulling him close, and Chad fought not to tense. “Fuck. Me,” Jeff repeated slowly.
“Um. Yeah.” Chad stammered. “I can do that.”
Jeff kissed him, tongue teasing along Chad’s upper lip. “Condoms and lube are in the nightstand.”
“Jesus, Morgan, you planning this?”
Jeff blushed, and Chad grinned. “Oh, hell, you did plan this!”
“Nah. But I like to be prepared.” He rolled over as Chad tore open a condom, sliding it into place and slicking himself.
Chad slid behind him, looking down nervously. Suddenly, his handful of gay experiences didn’t seem like all that much. It’s just sex, he told himself sternly. Just shove it in, and fuck him already.
Jeff stiffened when he pressed in, sucking a hard breath.
Chad bit his shoulder, licking the mark, and fighting to breathe. Jesus. Felt like it was going to squeeze his dick off, and he wasn’t sure he’d complain.
“So tight,” he hissed. “Jesus Christ, Jeff. So goddamn tight.”
“Fuck,” Jeff groaned. “Gimme a sec.”
After a minute, the pressure around his cock eased. “Okay,” Jeff said. “Okay, go ahead.”
That was all he needed to start rocking against Jeff, kissing his back, feeling the slick grip around his cock, skin against skin.
Jeff was arching back, moaning low in his throat. “Yeah. God, c’mon, harder, please.”
Chad was happy to oblige, wondering if he should do something else for Jeff, reach around or something. Then he saw Jeff’s shoulder moving rhythmically. Okay, that was good, then.
He closed his eyes, moaning and growling as he fucked Jeff with everything he had. It was better than he’d expected, he thought idly. The noises Jeff was making, the growls and broken moans were hotter than anything he’d ever heard.
Jeff wanted him. It was a little surprising. Jeff, who could have anyone he wanted in the world, wanted him.
The thought alone was enough to make his balls tighten, his hands gripping Jeff’s hips as he drove in one last time, feeling Jeff shudder under him, pleasure pulling him down.
He barely remembered tying off the condom and snuggling next to Jeff before he fell asleep. Barely remembered the brush of Jeff’s lips on his and the purred words that barely penetrated his sleep-fogged brain.
A wet nose pressed into the sole of his foot, and Chad rolled over, forcing his eyes open. Joe stared at him, eyes wide and hopeful.
Fuck. Someone needed to go out.
He started to sit up, then stilled when Bisou stepped up next to Joe. Oh god. He’d fucked Jeff. Worse, then he’d slept with him. God, what was he thinking? That was just asking for awkward morning after shit. He was so out of his league. Jeff was going to wake up and realized that he’d slummed—
The memory from the night before slammed into his mind like a freight train. “Wanted this—wanted you since the moment you showed up on my doorstep, Jeff had whispered, drowsy and content, pulling Chad close.
Oh God. He couldn’t—buddyfucking, dammit. This wasn’t—Jesus. He was a fucking idiot.
But worst of all, everything in him wanted to crawl back in bed and ask to stay. Jesus, this was what always got him in trouble! He fucked up relationships. Every single one.
No. He couldn’t do that to Jeff.
Joe pushed at him again, and Chad forced himself up, scooping up both dog’s leashes. He could fix this. He would fix this.
Rating: NC-17
Paring: CMM/JDM
Disclaimer: Never happened. Never will.
A/N: Previous parts can be found here.
Jeff’s hotel was nicer than he’d expected somehow, Chad thought. It wasn’t anything fancy, just a decent room with a kitchenette and a nice dining room table/work table type thing. Bisou and Joe tussled for a few minutes, playing tug with one of her toys, then flopped in a pile, like they hadn’t spent most of the day sleeping in the trailers and lounging around.
“Rough life,” Jeff observed.
“Yeah. Lucky bastards.”
Jeff grabbed some silverware out of the drawer and glanced at the clock. “Mind if I put the TV on? Boys are on in ten.”
“Sure. Yeah. That would be cool. How much longer til you have to report back to Vancouver?”
Jeff grinned. “Three weeks. I should be getting a script in the next two weeks…if I’m lucky.”
“They really do guard the scripts like they’re fucking national secrets, don’t they?”
“Dude, have you seen some of their fangirls? The sides are out there like five minutes after they put ‘em up, with all due shrieking. We all were damn near deafened by the bitching over Jo and Ellen.”
“Cause, god forbid Jen actually get some play?”
“Pretty much.” Jeff shrugged. “Hell, lot of them don’t like me much either. I’m abusive, don’t you know.”
“Um, no. Besides John kinda died for his kid. Doesn’t that give him a pass on prior dickishness?”
“Apparently not.”
“Dude. That sucks.” After a long moment, Chad shifted. “I’ve been watching the BSG boards. You’d think I killed and ate someone’s cat. On screen. I haven’t even been on yet!”
Jeff shrugged. “I know. It sucks ass. You’ll do great, though. From what I’ve heard, everyone’s been really happy with your performance. Ron’s been practically sucking your cock in all the interviews I’ve seen.”
Chad felt the heat rising to his face. “He’s just afraid if he’s not nice, I’ll turn diva bitch on him. Or let Ozzie loose on the sets.”
“Seriously, did you really have to pay ten grand because of damage he did in Australia?”
Chad nodded. “Yeah. I mean, ten grand Aussie cash, which is like five grand US.”
“Still. What the hell did the dog do?”
“Let’s see, he shit on the carpet…like everywhere. He ate the couch and chair. He chewed the doorways and the wall, and the tables, and…well, everything. He was just a puppy though! What was I going to do, hit him?”
“I used Tobasco on the chair legs when Bisou was a puppy,” Jeff murmured. “Worked for a few weeks. Then, she decided she liked spicy, and started licking it off.”
Chad snorted. “Smart baby.”
“Yup.” The episode came on, and they settled back, watching Jensen and Jared’s antics onscreen.
“Dude, did Jared just check out his brother’s ass? That is so fucked up!” Chad crowed.
Jeff laughed, settling back into the seat and taking a healthy swallow of wine. “I do believe he did,” he agreed.
“I’ll have to ride his ass for that one,” Chad grinned. “I didn’t know it was that kind of show. ‘And tonight, a very special Supernatural,’” he intoned. “It’s bad enough that being around them’ll put you into sugar shock, but c’mon. Keep it in your pants.”
“They’re good together,” Jeff agreed. “I was a little worried about Jen at first. He acts like he’s all mature and professional, but he really doesn’t do relationships much. I was afraid Jared wouldn’t get that for him it was a big deal.”
Chad snorted. “Jared’s always serious about relationships. I swear to god, he won’t touch someone without damn near exchanging vows.”
Jeff shrugged. “He’s good for Jen. Gets him to loosen up.”
“He needed it,” Chad snorted. “That might be the best thing about getting to move to Vancouver, y’know. Getting away from my fuckups. I’ve had it with relationships, seriously.”
“You’re a little young to be that cynical,” Jeff pointed out.
Chad just shrugged, watching the screen. “It’s a talent. Along with being an asshole.”
Jeff shook his head. “I don’t think you’re an asshole.”
“Well, that makes you special then. Even Jay thinks I’m an ass. He’s just too nice to say it until he’s drunk.” He could feel Jeff studying him as he went back to watching the episode.
The episode ended, and Chad glanced down at his plate, noting that he’d actually eaten most of his food. Jeff was clearing his plate, and gestured towards Chad’s. “You done?”
“Yeah. Thanks. You need help?”
“Dishwasher. Just tossing them in.”
“Oh. Cool. Okay then.” Chad sat for a moment, watching the television absently. “Okay, I should probably head out. Still have some boxes to finish taping up.”
“Ah. Okay.” Jeff was drying his hands on a towel as he came around to the door. “It was good to see you again,” he grinned. “We’ll have to grab dinner while I’m in Vancouver next month.”
“Sounds good. You like sushi?”
“Yeah.”
“Awesome. Jensen hates it, so we hardly ever get to go for it.” Chad grinned. “We’ll go have sushi and let them go eat crap.”
Jeff gave him a lazy grin, and Chad felt that weird flutter in the pit of his stomach again. Fucking Morgan. To goddamned hot for his own good. “Anyhow, thanks again for doing this so I can leave. I really appreciate it-“
He was against the wall before he ever saw Jeff move. Chad’s eyes widened as Jeff pressed against him, a lean thigh pressing between his legs. “You need to shut up, boy,” Jeff growled.
“Jeff, I-“ Jeff’s lips moved towards Chad’s, giving him plenty of time to pull back, to say no.
As if that was even an option.
“Neither of us are really sober here,” Chad tried.
“Yeah. Not really drunk, either,” Jeff growled. His hands slid along Chad’s ribs, callused even through the thin material of his shirt, then sliding under scraping skin as he curled his hands around Chad’s hips. So fucking warm, like being cuddled by a blast furnace, Chad thought.
“Yeah,” Chad agreed. His fingers found Jeff’s hair without intending to, sliding into the thick mess, pulling him down until their lips could meet.
Jeff kissed like he did everything else. Straightforward, no games. His tongue slid over Chad’s lip, then darted in, scraping against sensitive skin lightly.
A low purr slid from Jeff’s lips, and Chad shivered as though it was a touch.
“Oh yeah,” Jeff growled. “Damn, boy. Things I want to do to you.”
And if that didn’t call up about a million mental images, Chad wasn’t sure what would. His hips jerked against Jeff’s grip, but the other man just tightened, fingers biting into skin.
The little twinge of pain wound into pleasure as Jeff rocked against him, cock a hard line against the zipper of his jeans. He wanted this, Chad realized, somehow absurdly pleased. He moved suddenly, fingers tightening in Jeff’s hair, pulling him back, urging him towards the bed.
“Want to touch you,” he mumbled, jerking Jeff’s shirt up, running his hands over warm skin, finding a nipple and feeling it harden under his touch. “Jesus, Jeff,” he murmured, yanking Jeff’s head down to bury his face in Jeff’s neck.
Warmth, and a smoky scent rose up and Chad licked a stripe up Jeff’s throat, following it with a graze of teeth. Jeff moaned low in his throat, arching against him again, and Chad bit harder, sucking none too gently.
Jeff let go of his hips abruptly, hands tugging at Chad’s jeans, pulling them open with one rough yank. “Wanna feel you,” Jeff growled.
His shirt slid off somewhere along the way, and before he could focus, Chad was naked. He felt the heat come to his face as Jeff stepped back, eyes sliding down his body. Looking through those obscene eyelashes, Jeff’s hand went to his own belt, tugging it free.
The thrill that shot through him had nothing to do with the belt, and everything to do with the tanned skin about to be uncovered. Chad stepped forwards, hands going to the hem of Jeff’s shirt.
Strong fingers curled around Chad’s wrists, stopping him. “What?”
Jeff shrugged, cheeks flushing pink.
“Oh, Jesus, Morgan. Can you have your blushing virgin thing later?”
After a long second, Jeff stepped back, letting go of his wrists and reached down. He jerked the t-shirt over his head and tugged his jeans down with an almost defiant air.
Chad swallowed hard. He’d always kind of thought of himself as basically straight, with bi leanings. He didn’t want to be fucked, didn’t like sucking cock, even if he’d do it now and then. But there was something about Jeff that put every single one of the androgynous boys he’d fucked to shame.
Something that made him want to drop to his knees and taste the glistening drop at the head of his hard cock. Made him want to offer him…everything.
There was no mistaking that Jeff was a guy. Even if you fucked him from behind, you’d be fucking someone who was unquestionably male. Somehow, that was just indescribably hot.
Jeff was still holding his shirt, like he was debating on yanking it back on. He looked nervous. What the hell?
After another moment, Chad stepped forward, until he could feel the warmth coming off Jeff’s skin. For some reason, Jeff still looked poised to bolt, like he was just waiting to be told no.
Yeah, Chad thought, shivering as his cock brushed against Jeff’s thigh. As if.
He brought his hands up, curving around Jeff’s waist lightly. Jeff took a sharp breath, like he was going to say something, and Chad leaned up, kissing him, stealing the words with a rasp of his tongue.
He stroked over warm skin, enjoying the play of muscles against his palm. Jeff wasn’t typical CW network material, Chad thought idly. Not buff enough, too masculine, too real. Maybe that was why he’d been in ten layers for most of his appearances.
It was a damned shame, though. Chad bent, licking a trail along Jeff’s shoulder, tasting heated skin and smoke and something darker, addictive. Jeff.
“Fuck,” Jeff murmured, fingers curling into Chad’s hair, not pulling, just touching. Callused fingertips scraped over his scalp, and Chad made a little noise against Jeff’s collarbone, something approaching a whimper.
“Jesus, want to touch you,” Chad hissed, hand sliding lower to curl around Jeff’s cock, feeling the weight, the heat under the velvety soft skin. “God, so hard.”
Jeff’s head fell back, throat bared, and Chad bit at it, leaving red scrapes. Chad stilled as Jeff’s hand slid down, those rough fingers scraping along his cock, circling the head to spread the moisture like he was icing a cupcake. “You want this,” he murmured, sounding so surprised that Chad lifted his head to meet Jeff’s eyes.
“Yeah,” he agreed, voice breathy. “Want you.”
For a long moment, Jeff went still, expression shuttered. Then his hands cupped Chad’s ass, pulling him close. “Want you,” Jeff growled. “Want to taste you, suck you dry, want to-“
Chad kissed him hard, tongue stealing the words from his mouth, stopping Jeff before he could go any farther. He pushed back, and Jeff sprawled onto the bed, laughing that soft rumble that made Chad’s stomach go liquid.
Chad followed him down, pressing his weight into Jeff, finding his lips again. He traced the smile with the tip of his tongue, and Jeff squirmed.
“Fuck me.”
Swallowing hard, Chad met Jeff’s eyes, wondering if he could have heard that right. “Hmm?”
Hands grabbed his ass, pulling him close, and Chad fought not to tense. “Fuck. Me,” Jeff repeated slowly.
“Um. Yeah.” Chad stammered. “I can do that.”
Jeff kissed him, tongue teasing along Chad’s upper lip. “Condoms and lube are in the nightstand.”
“Jesus, Morgan, you planning this?”
Jeff blushed, and Chad grinned. “Oh, hell, you did plan this!”
“Nah. But I like to be prepared.” He rolled over as Chad tore open a condom, sliding it into place and slicking himself.
Chad slid behind him, looking down nervously. Suddenly, his handful of gay experiences didn’t seem like all that much. It’s just sex, he told himself sternly. Just shove it in, and fuck him already.
Jeff stiffened when he pressed in, sucking a hard breath.
Chad bit his shoulder, licking the mark, and fighting to breathe. Jesus. Felt like it was going to squeeze his dick off, and he wasn’t sure he’d complain.
“So tight,” he hissed. “Jesus Christ, Jeff. So goddamn tight.”
“Fuck,” Jeff groaned. “Gimme a sec.”
After a minute, the pressure around his cock eased. “Okay,” Jeff said. “Okay, go ahead.”
That was all he needed to start rocking against Jeff, kissing his back, feeling the slick grip around his cock, skin against skin.
Jeff was arching back, moaning low in his throat. “Yeah. God, c’mon, harder, please.”
Chad was happy to oblige, wondering if he should do something else for Jeff, reach around or something. Then he saw Jeff’s shoulder moving rhythmically. Okay, that was good, then.
He closed his eyes, moaning and growling as he fucked Jeff with everything he had. It was better than he’d expected, he thought idly. The noises Jeff was making, the growls and broken moans were hotter than anything he’d ever heard.
Jeff wanted him. It was a little surprising. Jeff, who could have anyone he wanted in the world, wanted him.
The thought alone was enough to make his balls tighten, his hands gripping Jeff’s hips as he drove in one last time, feeling Jeff shudder under him, pleasure pulling him down.
He barely remembered tying off the condom and snuggling next to Jeff before he fell asleep. Barely remembered the brush of Jeff’s lips on his and the purred words that barely penetrated his sleep-fogged brain.
A wet nose pressed into the sole of his foot, and Chad rolled over, forcing his eyes open. Joe stared at him, eyes wide and hopeful.
Fuck. Someone needed to go out.
He started to sit up, then stilled when Bisou stepped up next to Joe. Oh god. He’d fucked Jeff. Worse, then he’d slept with him. God, what was he thinking? That was just asking for awkward morning after shit. He was so out of his league. Jeff was going to wake up and realized that he’d slummed—
The memory from the night before slammed into his mind like a freight train. “Wanted this—wanted you since the moment you showed up on my doorstep, Jeff had whispered, drowsy and content, pulling Chad close.
Oh God. He couldn’t—buddyfucking, dammit. This wasn’t—Jesus. He was a fucking idiot.
But worst of all, everything in him wanted to crawl back in bed and ask to stay. Jesus, this was what always got him in trouble! He fucked up relationships. Every single one.
No. He couldn’t do that to Jeff.
Joe pushed at him again, and Chad forced himself up, scooping up both dog’s leashes. He could fix this. He would fix this.
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